“Are you seriously crying?” Blake snaps. Is he serious right now? Where the fuck is his concern? “Did you not come?”
“Do you think I want to be called a slut, Blake? Do you know me at all?”
“It’s sex talk, thought we’d try something new. Get over it. It’s not a big deal.”
“Don’t do it again. I hated it,” I say, wiping away my stupid tears and storming off to the bathroom. I quickly pee and step into the shower to scrub my body free of what I just did, then get ready for bed on autopilot. When I return to the bedroom, Blake is already under the blankets. I guess cleaning up after sex tonight isn’t on his radar. I pull back the sheets and climb in, lying on my side with my back facing him.
What has happened to us? Has it always been this shitty? The tears I had washed away come back with a vengeance as I lie next to the man I thought I loved. If I had to pinpoint the exact moment I realized I wasn’t happy in this relationship, that I had lost my self-worth, it would be right now. It’s not like this is the first time Blake has let me down, hasn’t harmedme in some way, disappointed me, or left me unsatisfied. It wasn’t overnight. It was more a gradual loss of everything that I thought he was and that we were and could be together.
To people on the outside, I have a perfect life, one that affords me the privilege of not wanting for a thing. A beautiful home in a dream neighborhood, a career I’ve worked my entire life to have, a lifelong best friend who’s seen me through more ups and downs than a rollercoaster at a theme park, and a fiancé. There are only two things on that list that I can’t live without, and Blake isn’t one of them. That tells me everything I need to know. But it’s still sad.
“You’re seriously still crying?”
“Leave me alone, Blake. I just want to sleep. I’m not going to fight tonight.”
“You’re pathetic, Bristol. It’s not that big of a deal; you need to get over yourself. You’re mine, do you understand? You’re mine, so you better accept you’re not going anywhere. Don’t get any ideas.”
The last thought that crosses my mind before sleep and exhaustion takes me is that I’m no one’s but my own, and I need to prove that to him.
Chapter Eleven
RHYS
It’s been a week since I’ve seen Bristol, and it’s not for lack of trying. Club business comes above all else, and it’s been a hellish week. But today I get a reprieve from work and the general bullshit.
Wes Draven is coming up today from Aspen Ridge to finally help with the bullshit tracing we’re doing on the bank accounts. Apparently, he and his little wife have been hibernating in a cabin he just purchased out in the middle of nowhere. I don’t even want to begin to ask what the hell they were doing out there unplugged from society, considering the rumors about the hunter and prey games he’s into. I’ve got just enough time to go out today before needing to get back here for club business.
“You think she’s gonna fall for me, Mr. Bun-Buns?” I ask as I stroke his soft white fur. I got him two years ago, and it was the best decision. I’m close to all my patch brothers, but I wanted something for myself and didn’t think a dog was the right choice at the time. I know the men make jokes about howhe’s softened me, but I’ve always been this way, and I like the calm that he brings me. Like that violent storm inside me is hushed when he’s in my arms. Animals are magnificent creatures, and humans are too lucky to feel their love. When most of us don’t deserve it at all.
It’s a belief that Bristol and I share, and I don’t have to expend much energy into imagining what a life would be like with her and a pack of animals for us to love on. The fact that her fiancé isn’t an animal person is a huge red flag, and I don’t know how she didn’t run straight for the hills. How does someone so good and sweet like Bristol end up with someone who doesn’t even share the same passions?
At least he won’t be around for long. I can feel it. Bristol can feel it. I just need to give her time. I’ll never control her, never make decisions for her, or take away her ability to make them. She needs to live the life she wants to, but I’m gonna make damn sure she knows that this thing between us is real and rare, even if I can only be her friend right now.
“Alright, my little guy, I’ve got to get our woman and get her to fall in love with me. I’ll be back.” Setting Mr. Bun-Buns back in his cage, I refill his water and set out some more hay and food before heading to the shower.
As the hot water cascades over my body, my thoughts start to wander as they have since the moment I laid eyes on her. This time, Bristol is on her back for me, my head between her gorgeous thighs. What would it be like to wrap her legs over my shoulders while she takes my tongue deep in her pussy? I want to know how wet she gets. If she squirts. If she likes just a tongue on her clit or fingers in her pussy at thesame time.
My cock pulls with need, painfully jutting upright and demanding attention. My hands have a mind of their own as I grip my dick with one hand, cupping my balls tightly with the other. I stroke myself from root to tip, pleasure zipping through my spine and spreading outward. I picture my woman arching into me, her taste flooding my mouth as I devour her sweet center.
It’s easy to picture her bright hazel eyes as they gloss over from pleasure, her plump bottom lip held hostage between her teeth. I’d spread open her lips, giving myself easy access to her pink center, flicking my tongue against her swollen, tight little bud, devouring her, suffocating myself in the purest heaven that exists.
Precum leaks steadily from my slit, my hips pumping into my fist. I twist my hand around the tip, trying to slow things down, but I’m too far gone.
I’d eat her until her legs were shaking, her fingernails digging into my head, her hips gyrating under me, chasing her pleasure. Fuck, I want to make a mess of her, make her pussy drip with cum for me to lap up. I want her to cover me, my beard drenched with her. I’m fucking desperate.
Completely lost to the scene playing out in my head, I fuck my hand vigorously until hot ribbons of cum are pulsing out of me, splashing on the tile floor of the shower, her name on my lips as my orgasm rolls through me. I slam my hand against the wall, my head dipping into the spray of the shower.
Fuck, I need my woman.
“Hi,I’m registered to volunteer today, my name is?—”
“Rhys.” Bristol’s voice hits my ears, and I can’t help the resulting smile. Turning to face her, she’s standing a few feet away, looking surprised but relieved to see me. She’s wearing a pair of black scrubs that hug her perfectly, giving me a full image of her sexy-as-hell curvy body. Her dark hair is pulled back in a fancy braid, little wisps escaping and framing her face. She’s so beautiful, and I don’t think she has any damn idea how much.
“Miss me, Dr. Owens?”
“I didn’t know if you got sick of us here in Bloomfield and you decided to stay in Amberwood.”
“They do have the best coffee and pastries,” I jest as I hold up the white pastry bag and the carrier holding our drinks. Bristol looks at the items, her shoulders dropping, pretty little lips turning up in a smile. That right there is what I want to wake up to every single morning. “Do you have a moment for a break, or is it all work and no play today?”
